The vast world of danmei is dazzling, full of wonders and strange sights. The jianghu teems with talented people, ingenious ideas, and literary brilliance that dazzle the eyes. Today's army of danmei writers marches in great numbers, shoulder to shoulder, beyond counting. Their stories are like a boundless sea of chaos, with alluring tops and bottoms, every page filled with sensuality, as numerous as the stars.
And among so many writers, a few gifted souls stand out, hailed by throngs of followers, bringing countless readers to tears. They willingly squat by the edge of the writers' everlasting pits, lifting their pale faces to wait. The writers stand at the pit's edge, robes fluttering, looking down from on high. Now and then, they unleash a divine technique and scatter a few handfuls of words, listening to the cheers below. As the sun sets, a kingly smile curls their lips.
Such gifted writers are called: great authors.
There are many great authors, proof that the danmei world is rich in talent, which is heartening. Great authors are like emperors, their writing like divine techniques, and the readers who wait for their stories are their loyal subjects. This piece was written on a whim, out of boredom and a flight of fancy. You might call it wish fulfillment. It's just something to read for a laugh over tea or after a meal. Please don't take it seriously or start fights, and ruin the cause of harmony. This bored writer, who for now goes by the name Weizong, has taken a few danmei great authors whose work I enjoy and know well in private, hidden their real names, and turned them into demonic rulers and emperors of the jianghu in this piece of ridiculous jianghu legend. There may be scheming and intrigue along the way, but it's all made up. Since the people involved are great authors, they naturally have broad minds, and may not even come across this ridiculous story, so please be understanding.
